Chapter 2315 - 1638: Grand Sailing Cannon Ship! Cuba Fleet’s Next Upgrade!

In the bright San Juan Bay, waves surged in and crashed against two Clark galleons in the shallow waters. The sea breeze carried a moist, salty smell mixed with an inescapable scent of blood and smoke. The morning sun shone on the decks where bodies piled up and captives crawled, while the mercenaries' brazen shouts of excitement emanated from the cabins.

"Haha! This bag of pearls is mine now! Eh? These pearls are pink? Are they valuable? Whatever, let me stash them in my bag first!"

"Gottverdammt! Why are there bags full of cotton yarn here? How many Native Tribes did these Castilians slaughter to rob this much cotton? This stuff is heavy and bulky; how do we take it back? Better to sell it off at a discount to the Cuban Barbarians!"

"Fool! We can't call them 'Barbarians' anymore; we have to call them 'Cuban Warriors'! They are our major clients now, maybe we can do some business with them."

"Right! I heard from the sailors before that you can exchange glass beads for great stuff from the Natives! They also have that Xibalba spice, which smells wonderful when burned!"

"Damn! That spice is surely valuable back home, the nobility will pay a high price for it! Burning it for our own use is such a waste!"

"You're right, we should save it to sell! Eh! There's a small wooden box here! Let me see what treasures are inside... Damn! It's useless sea charts!"

"Well, at least it's a roll of parchment! Could sell it to the barbaric... *cough* Cuban Warriors' chief!"

"A bunch of illiterate fools! Give me those sea charts! I will take them to Mr. Martin later, he surely wants them!"

The galleon was bustling; Reinhardt led the mercenaries to carefully loot from top to bottom all morning! Then, he carried his heavy, filled pack, cursing the spoils of the Castilians.

"Gottverdammt! These sheep-loving Castilians don't even know how to plunder! The cabins are full of big bags of cotton, slop, and dried fish, even loaded with colorful feathers, native tobacco, and red timber... Such paupers! The island Natives are paupers too! The valuables from these two ships together don't even compare to the 45 pounds of gold given by our Portugal employer!"

"Damn! Antonio, you old dog! I knew you were lying! You couldn't even bring out three months' salary, and yet you want to trick your master Reinhardt with these hard-to-sell scraps! Spit, watch me knock out your teeth!"

"Pa! Pa!"

"Holy Mother! Rein...hardt...you will...regret this! I...curse...you! You'll rot here...never to return!...

"?! Still dare to talk back?"

"Pa! Pa!"

"Uh! Ah!!..."

Deputy Commander Antonio screamed hoarsely and miserably, losing a few bloody teeth in the process. Mercenary Captain Reinhardt, having vented his anger, looked towards the nearby beach and his eyes widened in disbelief!

"Almighty! Where did the barb...Cuban Warriors get new gold from? Is that shining white light silver or pearls? The pile on the platform, is that spoils of war? Shouldn't some of it be given to us mercenaries as well?..."

"Hm? That smell? Are the Cuban Warriors grilling fish? And those big pots for cooking soup! What spices did they add that make it smell so spicy aromatic?"

"Gulp! Is that alcohol smell? Is it the Natives' cassava wine? Though rough, it's better than just drinking water! Slurp..."

"Hey! That one with the Black Robe is Lord Martin? Mr. Martin is here? Good, good! He's much easier to talk to than those barbarians! Hmm, he promised me ten pounds of gold for a ship, twenty pounds for the Holy Light! It's all in black and white, can't deny it! We even caught extra sailors and captives of the captain, surely can exchange for more gold?"

"Tsk tsk, have those captured sailors get close to the ship and bring it to shore! Fools, be respectful! Almighty's blessing, time to ask the lord for reward money!"

"Hahaha! Almighty's blessing, let's go get the reward money!"

The mercenaries on the two ships burst into joyous laughter, waving shiny swords, forcing the terrified sailors to bring the ship closer to shore. As the vessel approached, Warrior Captain Kepili stood up abruptly from the fish grill campfire and instinctively hoisted his Two-handed Battleaxe! Priest Adin reached out to steady Kepili's shoulder, handing him a bowl of cassava wine with a smile.

"Huitzilopo's blessing! There's an old saying in my homeland, 'Eile mit Weile,' haste makes waste! Esteemed Leopard Head Knight Captain, no need to rush, let's drink and eat! Those greedy ones will come to us to ask for gold! Once they disembark, bring down all captives... we'll send people to board and take these two Large Ships!"

"Hmm! Chief Divine's blessing!"

Warrior Captain Kepili remained silent for a while, took a deep breath, and sat back down. However, his sharp eyes were constantly watching the commotion on the coast.

"Haha! Get those spoils off the boat, pile them by the beach! This is all ours, ours!"

Shenluo mercenaries were gleeful, full of excitement, carrying large bags off the galleon. They shouted loudly for the captured sailors to jump off the boat carrying goods, piling the spoils they clung to on the beach. Subsequently, the group split in two, with one half staying on the boat to keep watch, while the other half guarded the spoils on the shore.

Mercenary Captain Reinhardt grinned, taking two confidants along, dragging two Castilian captives with bloodied faces, swaggering over. He bowed ceremoniously like a noble and then laughed crudely.